Okay, here I am, your master. I thought I might as well get it on with it *grins*. I have my story at home but I am in scotland, so I thought we start it out as local pub scene somewhere (not specified, might be Scotland, Ireland, England etc)... I will give you an example, first I will describe the interiour and then I play as someone that walks in._

You stand before "The Kings Arms", a white building, with dark blue painted lines around the door and the windows. The white paint is coming off a bit at the corners, and the big wooden doors look a bit shabby, too. But you decide to go in.A smoky atmosphere welcomes you, and through it you can see 2 pool tables, one is occupied by 2 young men, one of them has his dog as his side. On your right side you can see the bar and an elderly woman is washing a pint while she is talking to a few old men. They talk about football. Over the bar you can see a big Celtic flag. A few old tables with their old chairs are stading near the pool tables, and above them hangs a telly. You recognise an old "chewin' the fat" episode on it.

Tally decided to visit the pub one day. She had never been there before although she had lived in this village for quite a while now. She opened the heavy doors and laughter welcomed her. I should have brought a friend, she thought and went to the bar."What can I do for ye" the barkeeper looked at her."Erm... Guinness, please" Tally said and paid the Barkeeper."Never seen you around", the barkeeper said and smiled at her.Tally nodded.

____OKay, this is a small guideline. You don't have to set the font into bold and italic all the time, but it makes it easier to tell what is said from what is thought.

Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.

Meanwhile, a American CIA operative named Mike, dressed in jeans and a Celtic t-shirt, comes out of the loo and orders a Murphys. As the barman readies the beverage, he scans the room, looking for his mark...

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Mike F.

May the Irish hills caress you.May her lakes and rivers bless you.May the luck of the Irish enfold you.May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Enter the blonde. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall, approximately 120 lbs, wearing tight jeans and a softly draped red silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back almost to her waist. As her azure blue eyes adjust to the dimly lit pub, she smiles pleasantly and walks over to the bar. She perches on a barstool and waits.

The bartender leans over and asks What'll ya have?

I am waiting for a friend, I hope you dont mind if I don't order anything yet, she replies with her soft southern accent and a slight twinkle in her eye.

I thank Tom the bar keep for the pint of Murphy's and light up a cigarette. It's good to be "Arms", I've had many good times here. Lot of strangers in here tonight, including a spectacular blonde. Maybe I'll get up the courage to introduce my self later on, but for now, I want to see if I can strike up a game of darts with someone.

The blonde at the bar sits and drums her fingers nervously on the counter. She wondered where her date was for the evening. He was supposed to meet her here well over an hour ago.

Well, I am determined to make the most of a night like this. she mused silently to herself. She was getting hungry, because her no-show date was supposed to meet her here, then he promised a night of dinner and dancing on the town. Aint that just like a man, she thought to herself, always promising more than they can deliver?

She sighed rather glumly...

Oh well, at least there were plenty of nice looking gentlemen here. It could be worse I suppose...it looks like they have a dart board, and is that a pool table I see over there in the corner? I adore playing pool!

I can stay here and play pool, or I can go home and watch movies on the telly with my cat. Decisions, decisions...

Damn these assignments I think to myself. That could have been me with the blonde...Oh well, back to my objective "Barkeep, pour me another!" I keep the CIA agent in view. Just glad I finally found him.